Remembering that mature woman in my life

In 2005, I graduated from university and came to Shanghai alone. The work wasn't tiring, but it wasn't exactly smooth sailing either.
Lacking any social experience, I was betrayed that year, and I was extremely depressed.

In 2007, I met her online. Let's call her Sister A. She was about ten years older than me. I remember
our first chat was a video call. She was wearing a wool hat, and under the dim light, she was quite beautiful. She had
the typical features of a Shanghai woman—very defined facial features. She looked a bit like
Eva from the then-popular American sitcom "Desperate Housewives." She also looked a bit like Vivian Hsu. Later, I went to internet cafes every night
to kill time, and if I didn't see her for a day, I would anxiously wait for her to appear. She seemed to gradually get used to me; if I wasn't
online, she would call to ask.

Then we met in person for the first time.

She called me and said her car was parked opposite the Oriental Shopping Center. I walked over and found her.
She looked very beautiful in the car, even more beautiful than in the video. We greeted each other. Her hair was permed into
big waves, giving her a very charming look.

We went to Shangdao Coffee and chatted for over two hours. She did most of the talking, recounting her past and
her family. I didn't ask many questions, and she practically told me everything. We were really into the conversation.

At 8:30 PM, she got up and said, "Let's go." She got in the car and dropped me off at the entrance of my apartment complex. In the car, I
invited her to come to my place, but she smiled and declined, saying, "If she were your girlfriend, would you
feel comfortable letting her go to another man's house?" That left me speechless.

After that, we kept in touch. If we weren't online, we'd call each other, and each call would last over an hour.

The second time we met, she brought a good friend. We then ate out and sang karaoke a few more times.
After that, she came to my place a few times. We'd sit on the bed and just chat, mostly
her talking. I spoke very little, as I'm not very good with words. She was also happy to talk about her
past. That's how I learned about her love life, her first love, and her family—it was basically the same thing every time
.

Once, while having tea at a teahouse, we deliberately chose a secluded booth, and that's when we kissed for the first time. We kissed so passionately
we almost forgot ourselves. It was also my first time kissing a mature woman; her technique was different. She played hard to get, making full
use of her tongue and lips. She even secretly left a lip print on my neck.

After finishing our tea, we left the teahouse and went to the car. She turned off the headlights, then hugged me, wrapped her legs around
my waist, and kissed me. My hands slipped inside her bra. I touched her breasts, which
slowly hardened in my hands, the nipples pressing hard against my palm. I kissed her while rubbing her nipples. I
was incredibly hard.

Just then, a car drove by, its bright headlights illuminating the surroundings in white. We had to separate.

After that, we basically stopped meeting at the teahouse and went to my place instead. We usually sat on the bed chatting.
You might not believe it, but we just chatted, occasionally sharing a passionate kiss.

Later, during a kiss, I touched between her legs. She was wearing pantyhose, and I
pulled them down, revealing black underwear. It wasn't cotton; it was the kind with tiny mesh. Later
, I discovered all her underwear was made of this material. She said it was for breathability.

Having reached this point, things naturally progressed. I quickly removed her clothes, and she cooperated, even
lifting her buttocks to make it easier for me when I took off her underwear. Her bra was made of fabric, without padding,
showing she was quite confident in her breasts. Her breasts were a little saggy, and after removing the bra, they felt soft and
lacked elasticity, a clear sign of breastfeeding. However, after massaging them for a while, they gradually gained elasticity,
became larger, and the nipples became erect. A woman's breasts are similar to a man's penis; they enlarge with massage.
She had a scar on her stomach from childbirth. She told me that the wound was very itchy at the time, and
she couldn't help scratching it, leaving a noticeable mark.

She helped me take off my clothes, and when she took off my underwear, she exclaimed, "So big!" Not to
brag , but my penis is indeed thicker and longer than the average man's. The glans is about the size of a goose egg, covered in blue veins,
but the mature woman I've been dating recently said my penis is quite clean and white.

Mature women are mature women; she's not pretentious or coy at all. She quietly asked me, "Want me to kiss you?"
I was quite surprised. Hadn't we been kissing for a while? Why was she asking me again? Confused, I nodded, and she stroked my large penis a few times
with her hand , then opened her mouth and took it in.

Ah, it felt like entering a very warm place. She sucked hard on my glans, occasionally spitting it out,
swirling her tongue around it from top to bottom, my penis bobbing and swaying under her tongue's ministrations. She would occasionally take my penis
in again, sucking hard. But my penis was too big to fit completely in. Actually, I wanted her to lick my balls,
but she had already finished oral sex. Then she kissed me again. Heh, actually I felt a little awkward, but
the kiss was already happening, our tongues intertwined.

I rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her neck and ears. She writhed excitedly beneath me. I followed
her neck down to her breasts, kneading one breast with one hand while sucking hard on her nipple with the other. Her nipples
stood erect, hard. Her skin glowed with an excited pink under the orange light. She used one
hand to bring her nipple to my mouth, while stroking my head with the other, like breastfeeding a child.

After suckling for a while, I moved down, spreading her legs. Mature women have their own charm, voluptuous. She
didn't have much pubic hair, and it was somewhat yellowish. The vulva was completely soaked, oozing a liquid like egg white. I
parted the vulva and saw slightly darkened labia. Opening the labia further, I saw her clitoris. Her
clitoris located at the tip of the labia, was engorged with blood and about the size of a soybean—large for a woman.
I brushed it with my tongue, and she trembled all over, grabbing my head and pressing my face hard against her vulva.
My nose completely inside her wet vulva, making it hard to breathe, so I had to breathe through my mouth. Fortunately, her vulva was very
clean, without any odor. I liked that.

My tongue continued its work, circling, teasing, and flicking the clitoris. I also inserted a finger into her vagina
, probing, digging, and circling inside. On the upper wall of the vagina, I felt some rough, hard spots—the
legendary G-spot, I suppose. I spent some time there, rubbing it vigorously with my fingertip. Soon, I felt a puff of pleasure from inside her vagina.
There was a splashing sound.

She pulled me up, "I can't take it anymore, come in quickly." At the time, I had no experience with this, so
I obediently inserted my big cock slowly when she told me to. But later, I often played tricks on her. During foreplay, I
would often ask her, "Shall I put it in?" She would shyly say, "There." I ignored her and asked, "Where
is 'there'?" She still wouldn't say, so I said, "It's your cock."

At first, she still wouldn't say, but she couldn't stand the itching down there, so she said, "Cock." I said, "Wrong,
it's a big cock." This time she honestly said it was a big cock. I asked again, "What do you want a big cock for?" She said, "To put it in
." I said, "Say it completely." She couldn't help herself and would say, "Big cock, put it in quickly." Hehe,
all of this happened later.

But at the time, I obediently inserted it. It was warm and wet inside her, probably because my cock was too big.
After I inserted it, she closed her eyes and sighed comfortably. I asked if it felt good. She said it felt good.

I started thrusting, and after a short while, I felt a flood of fluid below. She was so wet; my penis
felt cool when I pulled out, haha. She was very cooperative, asking me how I wanted to go. I didn't have much experience, so I asked her to
lift her legs with her hands, which she did. Her wet vulva was wide open, and after my thrusting,
the flesh glistened lustfully, and her pubic hair was wet too. I aimed at her vagina and thrust all the way in. She let out another
long sigh. After thrusting for a while, she rolled over and pinned me beneath her. By then, my penis was fully
inserted . She sat on top of me, holding me tightly, and gave me a sly smile before starting to move back and forth. Yes,
back and forth, unlike other women who move up and down. This was going to be the death of me. I really wanted to ejaculate, and I
said, "Stop for a bit. I want to cum." She said, "Don't cum, I'm afraid of getting pregnant." I held back
for a while .

She pressed her hands against my chest and continued to shake me violently back and forth. Her shaking was entirely up to her upper body,
not just her waist. She grabbed my hands and made me grasp her breasts, saying, "Harder!" while
continuing to shake. I increased the pressure, and she still told me to push harder. It seemed her breasts could really withstand a lot of force.

I said I couldn't take it anymore, and with both hands on her breasts, I ejaculated violently, shooting
deep into her uterus.

My penis slowly softened inside her vagina. She hadn't reached orgasm yet and was still shaking vigorously. Because
my penis was large, even after ejaculation, it was still larger than an average man's when erect. She shook
for longer, with increasing force and intensity, making me squeeze her breasts harder, harder, harder still. I was almost
using all my strength to grab her breasts; I thought if that force were applied to me, I would definitely
scream in pain.

After the violent shaking, she went limp, lay down to rest for a while, and then quickly got up and went to the toilet.
Sitting on the toilet, she said she hoped to quickly drip out the semen to avoid pregnancy.

This was our first time. This time, I ejaculated prematurely, which I'm a little ashamed to admit. But she was very kind and
didn't laugh at me at all. Instead, she comforted me, saying it would get better, which touched me deeply. After a while, she started
worrying about whether she would get pregnant. Later, we lay down for a while, then got dressed and got up. I walked her downstairs, and she drove home.

A week later, she came straight to my house. This time, we were very direct. After meeting, we hugged and kissed passionately
for a long time, our tongues intertwined. I wanted to take off her clothes, but she said, "Wait a minute, let's take a shower." Then
she went to the bathroom, and I quickly stripped naked, my big penis erect, and went in to shower with her.

At first, she wouldn't let me, insisting that I get out, saying that I wouldn't get clean this way. I didn't understand why
I wouldn't get clean, but I just wouldn't leave. Later, she stopped insisting. She's 156cm tall, and standing in the bathroom, we
hugged tightly. I really loved the feel of her fleshy body. My penis was already very hard, and
it hurt a lot pressing against her stomach. She kindly spread her legs and squeezed them between her thighs. I gently rinsed her back
with , while my other hand massaged her breasts. Soon, I felt my penis
was slippery again, and when I reached down to her genitals, they were overflowing. Heh, no wonder she said she couldn't get it clean.

She slapped me and said, "You bad boy, I'll wipe myself first." She rinsed herself down there for a while,
dried herself with a towel, and I continued washing inside. After she finished drying, she sat on the toilet to urinate. On a whim, I raised my penis
and brought it to her mouth. She gave me a seductive look, opened her small mouth, and
took the glans in, sucking it in and out, then spitting it out and licking the shaft, carefully cleaning it from bottom to top and top to bottom
. I said, "Why aren't you peeing?" She said she was embarrassed. I told her to pee, and she obediently
started urinating on the toilet, my large glans still inside.

After she finished, I pulled her over and soaked her completely. She punched
me again, so I turned her around and made her put her hands on the toilet seat, sticking her buttocks high in the air. I stood
behind her, carefully admiring this large, captivating buttocks. To be honest, I love women with big buttocks,
especially the way they stick their buttocks out; it makes them look even bigger. Her buttocks were now completely
exposed before me, round and plump, the two thick fleshy buttocks forming a beautiful hemisphere.
Between the two hemispheres was a darker cleft, and in the cleft was a small, brown anus, its folds
radiating outwards, tightly closed. The anus was smooth, without a single blemish, very
clean . Below the anus was the obscene vulva, the labia already engorged with blood, slightly parted, seemingly waiting for
me to enter.

I stood behind her, supporting her waist, kneading her large buttocks, and pressing the head of my penis against her wet
vulva. She reached behind and grabbed my penis, rubbing it against her vulva, leaning back slightly. I
cooperated, thrusting forward forcefully, and entered her warm vagina again. I pumped in and out of this beautiful
body, watching her vulva's flesh being pulled in and out by my penis, her beautiful vulva like a
tight rubber band enveloping my shaft. I thrust forcefully, slapping her buttocks, sometimes
teasing her anus with my thumb; she quickly opened my hand.

She panted softly as I thrust; this was my favorite sex position because it allowed for full penetration, and I could
see my favorite large buttocks right in front of me. Soon, I felt like ejaculating again, but remembering she was afraid of getting pregnant, I...
Stop. I pulled her up again, and we shared another passionate kiss.

This time, the shower took about half an hour. She slapped me and said, "Let's go to bed." I nodded, and we dried ourselves off
together and went to bed.

I told her I wanted to enter her from behind and ejaculate inside her. She said it was okay, it was a safe period.
I was happy and had her lie face down on the bed with her buttocks raised. I entered her vagina from behind again.

At first, it was a little difficult, but after penetration, it immediately became slippery. I held her waist
and thrust hard, the movements were very intense, and she cried out loudly, pushing her buttocks back forcefully. Her juices
flowed down my penis and her thighs, soaking the sheets. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her,
shooting out freely. It felt so good, without any reservation, shooting all my semen into her body.

Just like last time, she rushed into the bathroom to wait for the semen to flow out.

Later, she put my penis in her mouth and licked it until it was hard. She climbed on top of me and rocked back and forth. Since
I had just ejaculated, I lasted a long time. She orgasmed twice and lay motionless on top of me. I had her lie on the bed and
penetrated her from behind again, pressing down on her, feeling the elasticity of her plump buttocks as I thrust hard,
making her moan again. Finally, I ejaculated inside her once more.

After that, we maintained the habit of meeting weekly. She came over every Friday and Saturday night, and we made
love . She even got an IUD for this, because she said she hated using condoms, saying they were uncomfortable. She said that because
my penis was so big, it stretched her vagina so much that she no longer felt anything during sex with her husband.

Sometimes she was very playful; when I was on the phone, she would take out my penis and give me oral sex very enthusiastically, wanting to see
me want to moan but not dare to. We also took many photos of us making love, posing in many positions, and taking many close
-up shots. Once, we even planned to try anal sex, but we gave up because we couldn't bear to see her in pain.

She always liked to put my penis in her mouth and suck my glans hard right after I ejaculated, because
that's when it's most sensitive. It always made me tremble all over, it felt amazing.

We had two very happy years together. We even went to Qingpu and Dianshan Lake to eat toads.
She deliberately didn't tell me, then revealed the answer, secretly laughing at my embarrassed expression. We
used to walk hand-in-hand along the lake, nervously brushing past people on the other side, afraid of running into acquaintances. She even
parked her car downstairs and pulled my penis out to lick it vigorously. We even planned
a trip , but we broke up before it even happened. I still often think about those happy times.

But later, for various reasons, we argued a lot and never got back together. Now, when
I think of her, I mostly remember the happy things we did together; I've forgotten the unhappy things
. Although we still keep in touch, she refuses to have sex with me now. I still miss her quite a bit.

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